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I stood in the shadows, watching the dance. It was school organized. I looked of an age to be attending such a thing, so no one would have given me a second glance had they seen me, but people did not see me. Eyes naturally slipped from me. The girl looked uncomfortable in her short dress with tight jeans underneath, and high heeled sandals. She was leaning on the side of a railing, watching, not dancing. I assumed she had come because of her family. She was perhaps, fifteen or sixteen, and I knew her family wished her to “make friends and influence people”, in a way that would be advantageous to them. They thought her to be a disappointment, I knew her to be anything but. Her friends danced around her, laughing and joking, sometimes she to would laugh, but mostly, she watched. She shivered in the slight breeze, the wind ruffling her hair over her almost bare shoulders. She said something to a friend that I couldn’t quite hear. “But you’ve only just arrived, and hardly anyone’s seen you in that outfit, and I went to so much effort to get you into it to.” The girl said loudly, the breeze carrying her voice to me. I wasn’t surprised someone else had chosen her outfit. “It’s probably for the best, no one seeing me dressed like this.” She muttered darkly as she walked away, coming towards me. I slipped out of the shadows, following her. “Who’s there?” She asked sharply. I said nothing, letting myself slip further into the darkness. She looked around before finally shrugging and continuing on. I smiled to myself, she was good, this girl, I was, however, better. I had been waiting for her for a long time, and it seemed to me that she was well worth waiting for. I watched her make her way home, her silvery blue eyes always watchful, looking around warily. After watching her go inside, I carefully climbed the tree outside her house, finding a branch that would let me sit comfortably outside her window. I watched her eat ramen noodles alone in her room. I watched her finish her school work and set it aside. I watched her write, in that clear, beautiful handwriting another letter, then set it aside on top of a stack of papers, I could only assume were letters as well. She set a large book on them. I watched as she then turned to the wall, taking down a flute. I watched as she sat on her bed, closed her eyes, and began to play the most haunting, ghostly piece of music I had ever heard. Something told me that no one else, save her and I, could hear it. I watched her open her eyes, get up, and put the flute away. She then pulled a wooden practice sword from the wall, and as I watched her practice, I realized, no one else looking in at her room would have seen the weapons. She was all catlike grace and agility, she practiced the strikes slowly and with precision. I watched her set the sword back in it’s place and take a book from the shelf, a manual of mental disorders. She skimmed through it before stopping on a page and settling down in her bed to read. After a time she set the book down beside her bed and turned out the light. I pulled out a pad of paper and carefully sketched her, then, ripped the paper out silently. I folded it neatly into a paper airplane and tossed it lightly into the room, it landed silently on her desk. I smiled to myself, as I climbed down from the tree. Tomorrow, tomorrow I would go to school.
Silvery Shadow 13 · Mon Jul 27, 2009 @ 05:16pm · 0 Comments |
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